I've got the fate of the world in my hands. Without warning I have gone from being Frodo Baggins, a Hobbit celebrating his coming-of-age, to being the Bearer of the One Ring of Power.
I have had to leave my beloved Bag End and the Shire, living almost as if I was in exile.
I am travelling with companions and yet I am still completely alone. Though they may try, none of them really understand how difficult this is for me. This feeling has been getting worse as the journey wears on, especially since the loss of Gandalf in Moria.
If there was someone else who would not use the Ring for their own gain, I would give it to them, without question, for a chance to go home to Bag End.
I can't help but wonder if any more of us will be lost. And who?
Will it be Merry and Pippin, who have managed to remain somewhat optimistic throughout all of this? Or Gimli? Perhaps Legolas, who seemed almost at home amongst the Elves of Lothlorien? Boromir? Aragorn? We couldn't have made it this far without him. My loyal friend Sam?
I know I shouldn't think of such things. Perhaps the others are having similar thoughts.
Honestly, I would have been quite content to remain at home, drinking tea in the kitchen and listening to Sam trim the grass outside the window.
Until we reach the end of our journey we'll just have to cross our fingers and hope for the best.